Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.